Late night walk in the city

"I just want to go home." She squeezed his arm, wrapping herself even tighter around it. Even now, she had barely recovered from the times he'd said her name over dinner.

She had to admit, the night was the perfect still, warm weather for a walk, and the old buildings and rocky cliffs throughout the city warmly lit from emulated gas lamps hung from their traditional iron lampposts was picturesque.

He loved playing with her like this. He watched her struggle to walk with composure around the city. He'd 'persuaded' her to join him for a late night walk. "You're welcome to take the car - I can meet you back there. But I am enjoying your company right now - I don't know if I'd be in the mood to, you know," he ran the finger of his free hand around her cleavage suggestively, "if you abandon me."

"Mmno. I'll stay." She said meekly. She briefly considered throwing a fireball at him, but knew it would be impossible with the choker on, and even if that weren't a problem, it would be counterproductive to her goal of having him say the magic word.

James knew she was captive to his will by this point.

She didn't want him to know this but the effect of him tracing his finger around her cleavage drove her wild inside. It was like an electric surge across her chest to her nipples, renewing her need. She wondered if he even knew how horny she was; whether this was part of the plan. Eventually the electricity settled between her legs, making walking normally even harder. She focused her energy on looking normal as she followed him around the area around the hotel, hanging from his arm.

"We'll go home soon," he promised.

She had reached the limit of her patience. She let go of his arm and stood in front of him, blocking his path. She put her arms on his chest. "Maybe I can persuade you to hurry up."

He called her bluff, "Oh really?"

She smiled, without breaking eye contact, and let one of her hands slide down his chest to his abdomen. Her smile became more seductive as her hand descended to his jeans. She paused to look around briefly, before her hand made its way down to the obvious bulge he'd developed. Unfortunately for her plan, her hand stopped less than an inch away, unable to get any further.

"I thought you might try that," he laughed.

"Fuck." Giving up on seductiveness, she fell back to anger. She folded her arms, ready to speak her mind.

He sensed her mood, but made a preemptive strike. "C'mon Nadia!"

Her eyes went from predator to prey in the blink of an eye. It was too much for her. Any pretence of anger drained away from her face and her posture buckled. Her eyes and mouth opened wide in shock and nothing but a breathy moan escaped. She backed from her position, her hands behind her feeling for something steady to lean on, until they the rocky cliff that lined the paved road.

She'd shared many sexy hijinks with James in her day, but never had she felt so horny that she almost reached orgasm. She found herself gasping for breath as her body was overcome by autopilot. She used the cliff to keep her steady as she rolled her hips. The waves of pleasure crashed over her body, building tantalisingly close. They faded before she got near the edge of climax, but she'd never been so close without stimulation. She could barely find her breath; she bent over, leaning on her knees to recover. Speaking was out of the question.

James stood next to her, also leaning on the wall, with his hand on her back for support. By the time she'd straightened up again, he knew he's pushed her far enough. It was time to take her home. "Okay, let's go. We'll pick the car up in the morning."

He figured the teleport toll would be worth the price to get them home faster. With that, he waved his hand and they were no longer standing on the city street.

Nadia, not used to being teleported by other people, tripped for a second before finding her footing in their hotel room. Once she regained her bearings, she could focus on her body as it begged her to take care of its needs.

"James? Can we please?" She begged, making her way towards him.

He stood expectantly and watched as she undid his felt and opened his pants. She maintained eye contact the entire time. She lowered them to his ankles, at which point he used his magic to whisk them away to the closet. Now on her knees in front of him, inches away from his hard cock and full of need, she opened her mouth and moved towards it.

James felt his cock twitch in excitement, even though he knew what was next. He watched his needy partner try to kiss his cock with no success. He felt her warm breath as she wrapped her mouth around it, but couldn't make her lips or tongue make contact with it. She tried with her hands but again couldn't make contact. He watched confusion take over her face.

"You know the challenge! No touching until you've earned it."

Nadia was confused. She thought she had nothing left in her seductive arsenal until James surprised her by waving his hand. Still nude from the waist down, his dick still proud before her, he took a seat on the arm chair as crescendoing music enveloped them. Taking her cue, she started to dance with the song. Any dance she did right now would be seductive thanks to the energy coursing through her.

She smiled at him, channeling the moves of a belly dancer as she pulled apart the bow behind her, releasing the straps of her backless dress. As she ran her hands down her body like a seductress, the dress fell from her body, guided by her hands, first baring her shoulders, then the built-in bra released her large breasts, then her smooth abdomen. It hung from her hips until, in time with the song, she pushed it off, letting it pool at her ankles. Now wearing nothing but her black panties, she slipped them down and did her best to sit on his lap.

The cursed potion stopped her from sitting on him, but she hovered over him, slinking over him in time with the music like some kind of fluid. Her moves worked exactly as she had intended them, even if she was surprised how seductive she could move when this aroused. It worked perfectly on James, who only had one word to say on the matter.

"Nadia!"